okay, this song was recorded after someone (who's name i
won't mention so that "Ima Avni" won't get mad at me)
presured me, telling me that it's written for me to sing
it, or something of that sort.
hope you'll enjoy.



am i loud and clear or am i breaking up?
am i still your charm or am i just bad luck?
are we getting closer or are we just getting more lost?
ill show you mine if you show me yours first
lets compare scars ill tell you whose is worse
lets unwrite these pages and replace them with our own
words
we live on front porches and swing life away
we get by just fine here on minimum wage
if love is a labor ill slave til the end
i wont cross these streets until you hold my hand
i been here so long i think that its time to move
the winters so cold summers over too soon
lets pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
and ive got some friends some that i hardly know
weve had some times i wouldn't trade for the world
we chase these days down with talks of the places that we
will go
we live on front porches and swing life away
we get by just fine here on minimum wage
if love is a labor ill slave til the end
i wont cross these streets until you hold my hand
swing life away